So you understand the situation?
I think so.
Now that we're not married anymore,
you want to sell my condo.
No, no, it's, it's our condo.
I got it for us.
Not the smartest thing I ever did,
but my real estate adviser was my penis.
Is that what they mean
when they say the market's gone soft?
I don't think so.
Look, my point is
I can't afford to carry the mortgage
on this place, but if we sell it,
then we can split the profit.
Or I could buy you out.
Do you have money?
I will after we sell.
I am at the end of my rope.
If can't get out from under these bills,
I may well have to declare bankruptcy.
Wow,
that sounds really serious.
It is deadly serious.
Well, in that case...
Want to have sex?
What?
I'm horny, you're stressed,
seems like we both benefit.
Well, I am really stressed.
No, that's not going to solve anything!
Okay.
Well, I'm gonna go take a shower.
Let me know if you change your mind.
I changed my mind.
(snorts)
(groans)
I either drank too much...
or got hit by a train.
Oh, God... train.
Charlie.
Oh, look,
it's my sweet angel come to take me to heaven.
Don't touch me.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
Well, I didn't wake up in my own vomit,
so, yeah, kinda.
You are such a child.
Many people find that
to be an endearing quality.
I'm not one of them.
It would appear not.
We had fun last night, though, right?
Oh, terrific.
What woman doesn't enjoy pleasing a man
who falls asleep while he's in the middle of reciprocating?
That explains why I dreamt I was kissing Abe Lincoln.
Okay, some underwear, no need to panic.
And a little bit of makeup, no biggie.
Running shoes, reading glasses, flannel nightgown
and the latest issue of Modern Bride magazine.
Red alert.
Lydia? What?
I couldn't help but notice that you put some of your stuff
in one of my drawers.
Yeah. Hey, you want to come in here
and make up for last night?
Well, yeah, but I think we should talk
about this drawer thing.
Okay,
talk.
Four score and seven years ago
our fathers brought forth a upon this continent
a new nation...
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men * * Ooh
* Men, men, men, men, manly men * * Ooh * Ooh
* Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ohh, ooh-ooh... *
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ooh * Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
Morning.
That was a great job.
Yeah, you know it's good when you feel dirtier
coming out than you did going in.
So what are you doing?
Just practicing.
For what?
Nothing in particular.
Just keeping sharp for my work.
Oh, yeah, your little jingle thing.
Hard to believe that takes practice.
Berta, I'd like some scrambled egg whites,
dry wheat toast and Earl Grey tea.
Oh, yeah? well, I'd like some new shoes
a jet pack and a waistline.
You really thought she was going
to make you breakfast?
Yo, bro.
Hey.
How'd it go with Kandi?
(chuckling): Great, just great.
Turns out we can be friends with benefits.
Ooh, nice. Did she agree to sell the condo?
What?
Isn't that why
you went over there in the first place?
Oh, yeah.
Son of a bitch!
Charlie,
you need to talk to your maid.
Shh-shh-shh-shh! Keep your voice down.
Yeah, we don't use the "M" word around here.
Why not?
Because it's disrespectful.
And demeaning.
And wildly inaccurate.
The point is, Berta's the one who keeps this house running,
and more important, she's kinda like family.
She's rude, offensive and vulgar.
Okay, exactly like family.
Fine.
See if she'll do that thing with the ice cubes
and the silk handkerchief you like so much.
Come on, sweetie, don't be like that.
Ice cubes and a silk handkerchief?
You can also use a Popsicle and a necktie.
But I do owe you a silk handkerchief.
And your Water Pik's kinda iffy.
And whatever you do,
don't lick your hairbrush.
* Men.
I'm sorry to come over here and bother you again,
but we never finished talking about selling the condo.
But I don't want to sell the condo.
I can see boats from here.
I understand, but I can't afford the payments.
I like boats.
All right, well, if you won't...
you won't cooperate, I'll just have
to call my lawyer.
What are you doing?
Chester lost his bone. I'm looking for it.
Now? Can't it wait?
No, when Chester wakes up from his nap,
he's gonna want his bone.
You can keep talking.
Okay, well, as I said,
if you won't be reasonable, I'll just have to...
to..
Have to what, Alan?
Son of a bitch!
* Men.
(gasps)
What the...?!
We need to talk.
Okay.
I don't mind your girlfriends throwing the occasional thong
or panties into the hamper.
I just boil 'em and sell 'em at the swap meet,
but this broad is taking advantage
of my easygoing nature.
Now, to be fair,
Lydia does have her positive attributes.
Yeah, well, I ain't hitting any of them attributes
so I don't give a rat's ass.
All right, all right.
You know what she said to me, Charlie?
She said I need to learn my place around here.
Oh, she didn't.
Ah, but she did.
Is that true, Charlie?
Do I need to learn my place around here?
No, Berta, we all know our place.
And where is that place, Charlie?
Wherever you want it to be.
There's only room
for one alpha dog in this house. I know.
And who is that alpha dog, Charlie?
You are. Say it. You're the alpha dog.
Aw, you sweet talker you.
We'll just pretend that's morning wood.
* Men.
Hi, how's it going?
Well, look who's finally up.
I need some lotion on my back.
Oh, sure.
Listen, I have to talk to you about Berta.
For God's sake, Charlie, grow a pair.
Is this your house or hers?
Well, my name's on the deed, but she was here first.
Thing is, over the years
Berta and I have developed
a really nice working relationship.
Do my thighs.
Right.
And the key to a happy home, I find,
is to not rock the boat.
Not tamper with that balance.
So you really need to make the effort...
Where is she now?
Huh? Oh, she went shopping.
Anybody else around?
No. Anyway, the thing with Berta...
Why don't you put some sunscreen on your cute little bottom?
What for?
'Cause I wouldn't want you to get a nasty burn.
Why would I get a nasty...?
Oh, we have sex.
Good thing you're pretty 'cause you're very slow.
* Men
(mimics Lydia): Grow a pair, Charlie.
Hey, Alan, come here.
What's going on?
I'm doing Lydia's laundry.
Can I throw in my handkerchief?
It wouldn't help.
You'll probably have to burn it.
Okay. And why are you doing Lydia's laundry?
'Cause Berta won't.
Then why doesn't Lydia do it herself?
'Cause I told her I'd get Berta to do it.
Aha. And do you have any idea how to do laundry?
Oh, come on. You wash 'em, you dry 'em.
How tough could it be?
So what do you need me for?
Which one's the washer?
That one.
Thanks.
Just kidding. It's that one.
Sorry. It was the first one.
Look, it says "Wash" on the dial.
Okay, okay, I can do this.
I just turn it on and stick 'em in.
It's a washing machine, not a cocktail waitress.
Let's start by separating the delicates.
How is that not like a cocktail waitress?
The reason you need to do these separately
is they're mostly synthetic.
Add a beat-up Civic and an ex-husband
and we're back to cocktail waitress.
Charming. Hand me the detergent.
This stuff here?
No, no, that's fabric softener.
You put that in after the first rinse cycle.
You know what? Maybe I'll just buy her some new clothes.
Don't be such a baby.
Detergent.
See?
Here we go.
Cold wash.
Cold rinse.
Gentle cycle.
Done.
(water running)
What's that?
That would be water entering the washing machine.
Amazing. Mmm.
Yeah, it's pretty cutting edge.
(water flow stops)
Did I break it?
Close the lid.
(water running)
Well, son of a gun.
(water flow stops)
(water running)
(water stops)
(water running)
what will they think of next?
Yeah, I hear scientists are working on a machine
that can cook two pieces of bread at the same time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny.
Now what?
We wait.
How will we know when they're done?
Don't worry, the machine'll call you on your cell phone.
Really?
I don't know what Berta is always complaining about.
This is kinda fun.
Yeah, well, you're dealing with pretty-girl underwear.
Berta has gotta handle Jake's skivvies
after P.E. and pudding pops.
Good point.
What are you doing?
Pouring a glass of vodka.
Is that part of "doing the laundry"?
'Cause I could really get into this.
No, I'm just mad at myself.
Well, in that case, pour me one.
I'm mad at you, too.
So what's the problem?
I went over to Kandi's again.
And how'd that go?
Not only are we not selling the condo,
I may have promised to buy her a new fridge.
Oh, Alan.
She likes getting ice without having to open the door.
You poor, whipped sap.
Me? What about you?
What about me?
Charlie, you're doing a woman's laundry.
No, no, no. No. See,
that's just me trying to pitch in.
Oh, just face it. Lydia's got you
wrapped around her little finger.
She does not.
She uses this one.
And it's not so much wrapped as... skewered.
Who's using my washing machine?
Excuse me, but it's my washing machine,
and I'm using it to wash Lydia's clothes.
You're doing laundry?
Hey, it's not rocket science.
Cold wash, cold rinse, gentle cycle,
but first, you separate the delicates.
Is that so?
Yeah, that's so.
(phone rings)
That's probably them now.
Hello.
Oh, hey, Mom.
I thought you were my washing machine.
* Men.
Rodney Cerman's the lone setback.
Fox straight back again. He's got...
Oh, come on-- throw the ball.
Throw the ball!
Or... fall down.
Charlie, I'm leaving.
Bye.
I'd like a kiss.
She's still there, isn't she?
Yep.
Just kidding, sweetie.
That's better.
Good-bye, Jake.
I'm not kissing you.
Oh, Charlie, I almost forgot.
I'm serving hors d'oeuvres at an open house tomorrow,
so I'll need to borrow Berta for a couple of hours.
Say what?
I'm talking to Charlie.
You don't mind, do you?
Mind? Well, I, uh...
You want to borrow me?
What am I, a carpet steamer?
I'm not saying I won't pay you.
Plus, you can take home all the leftovers.
Oh, gee, why don't you just toss them all in a big bowl,
and I'll eat them out in the yard?
Well, that's a little uncalled for.
I thought I was doing you a favor.
You want to do me a favor, you take the money
that you were going to pay me,
convert it into rolls of nickels,
then bend over and... Berta!
Berta! Berta.
Well, I don't have to stand here and listen to this.
Charlie, you have to make a decision.
It's her... or me.
The skank's right, Charlie.
It's her or me.
Great.
That's just great.
Did somebody say there was a big bowl of food?
* Men.
You got an offer on the condo?
Oh. Oh, Mom, you're a lifesaver.
I don't care. I fully expect to take a loss.
At least I don't have to pay you a commission.
Oh, come on, you're my mother.
Wait, wait, hang on, Mom, I've got another call coming in.
Hello.
Oh, oh, Kandi, Kandi, hello.
Yeah, listen. Um, about the condo.
My mom just got a very reasonable offer and...
I give up. What are you wearing?
Hang on.
Mom, I gotta go.
Kandi, I'll be right there.
(whispers): Hey.
Is Berta here?
I haven't seen her.
Great.
I have to admit, Charlie, I never thought you'd have
the cojones to fire Berta.
Are you kidding?
I've got huge cojones.
Why do you think I'm wearing these baggy shorts?
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, you fired Berta?
Yes, Alan.
She didn't know her place and she had to go.
But we can't live without Berta.
I'll be right there, sweetie.
Hurry.
You know what?
We need to work on our communication skills.
You know, I always thought that, but I didn't think
you'd be open to... No, no, no, you jackass.
God, you play along like a monkey with a mandolin.
You mean you didn't fire Berta?
That's it. Give me the mandolin.
But you promised Berta you'd get rid of Lydia.
Alan, do you know what this is?
No. Then shut your stupid mouth.
And don't tell Berta she was here.
Fine. Just give me a heads up when you're lying.
I'm always lying.
I'll give you a heads up when I'm not.
Yeah, you're the smart one.
Know how I know?
The washing machine called and told me.
Ooh! High heels and Cool Whip.
(toilet flushing)
Oh, Charlie, how could you?
Berta, this is not what it looks like.
Charlie, you lied to me.
Lydia, this is not what it looks like.
That's it. I'm outta here.
Me, too.
Berta. Lydia. Oh, come on, wait!
This is not what it looks like!
(doors slam)
Say it a few more times, Charlie.
Maybe somebody will believe you.
Berta. Berta, Berta, Berta.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You can't quit.
Why not? Because we're family.
We love each other.
We forgive each other our shortcomings.
Oh, bite me.
Don't go, don't go.
I promise I'll break it off with her.
No, you won't. And you want to know why?
'Cause you are addicted to this broad.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
I can stop anytime I want.
No, you can't. You're a nookie junkie,
and I just can't trust you anymore.
No, no, no, no, no, wait.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're right.
I am addicted.
I've got a vagina on my back, but I know I can get it off.
I mean... you've got to help me.
I can't help you, pal.
You've got to help yourself.
Good-bye, Charlie.
Oh, come on, Berta, don't go.
I'll do anything!
I'm leaving now.
You don't have to!
I just fired her.
Good-bye, Charlie.
Oh, come on, Lydia, don't go.
I'll do anything!
You know what?
I don't need either one of you.
I can do my own laundry and I've got my own finger.
* Men.
I don't like it here.
Well, tough.
This is the only way I can get Berta to come back.
But why do I have to be here?
'Cause it's the only way you're ever gonna sell your condo.
Okay, let's get started.
Welcome to our regular Monday night meeting.
Do we have any newcomers?
My name is Charlie and, uh...
my maid says I'm a sex addict.
GROUP: Hi, Charlie.
Uh, hi.
Uh, I'm Alan and...
I have a lovely condo for sale.
And I'm a sex addict.
GROUP: Hi, Alan.
It's priced to move.
Hi, my name is Pam...
and I'm a sex addict.
GROUP: Hi, Pam.